Today I saw what ‘Love’ meant.
I saw her sip his bitter coffee just to make sure the sugar was right. She tastes his saltless curry to ensure his lunch tasted perfect. She sees to it that he eats his fill, while she doesn’t have the appetite thinking about the difficulties they face. She shows him love, and she smiles to him, hides her tears and gives him hope that he will be fine soon. Everything will be fine soon. Their children throw tantrums; she takes care of them patiently making sure he doesn’t have a headache while he rests. He looks at her with respect and invisible gratitude, then looks aside wiping his helpless tears. Together, they talk anything but what they face, just so that no one is reminding each
other of their tragedy.I saw her sip his bitter coffee just to make sure the sugar was right. She tastes his saltless curry to ensure his lunch tasted perfect. She sees to it that he eats his fill, while she doesn’t have the appetite thinking about the difficulties they face. She shows him love, and she smiles to him, hides her tears and gives him hope that he will be fine soon. Everything will be fine soon. Their children throw tantrums; she takes care of them patiently making sure he doesn’t have a headache while he rests. He looks at her with respect and invisible gratitude, then looks aside wiping his helpless tears. Together, they talk anything but what they face, just so that no one is reminding each
She slams her forehead to the ground, just to ask Allah for help. She turns to him with a look that says, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll try my best’. Every bit of help she gets for him, she grabs with humility.
They laugh, hiding their sorrows within themselves, maybe, hopefully, leaving it for the One to hear.
No, I am not talking about Khadija’s RA behavior towards Muhammad SAW when he needed her. But of a sister in reality today going through tests over tests by Allah SWT, probably because and hopefully coz she is beloved to Him.
Today I saw what ‘Love’ meant.
Love: It maybe those laughters, those little flowers, the romance, those touching words or the kindness between the two.
But truly, love is clear when the loved one feels loved every time you leave them; knows you will be there every time they need you; feels your presence at the most adverse of times and if you can't make it then they know they have your sincere prayers. Love is not just the flower you give, but the promise you hand over with it. The promise to stand together at all times EVEN when those times are against you.
Love is a promise. The Real Promise.
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